Since I got a few light-weight answers describing too much reality, I decided to answer the question myself:

I don’t think fantasy and reality are diametric opposites; any fantasy has some elements of reality; and, often enough, some reality has elements of fantasy. Dreams use real places, places and people you know; just as well, during the 9–11 attacks I was working on Manhattan, and at around noon I began walking up 5th Avenue — right up the center of the street — which is usually packed with cars but had become a pedestrian zone, more or less. The entire mid-town area resembled a movie set. Talk about fantasy meeting reality and taking over!

Otherwise, as a novelist, I am so steeped in “the make believe” on a daily basis that, quite frankly and with no apologies, except for the reality time I spend with my wife, I don’t care if the building I’ve just left falls down behind me; in the grand scheme of time and dis-obligation, it and me and “we all” simply don’t matter. But literature and its characters live on.

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My newest novel is MAX, THE BLIND GUY and is available at Amazon and your neighborhood bookstore chain. A story rife with modern perils – too much time, too much money, just enough libido, secrets revealed – Max and Greta Ruth don’t wait for what the future may bring.